Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.